Jamie's feet connected
hard - Finn had already been down, but the kick just reinforced it. He was done trying to chase the were-hare. He was
done.
But the change was just getting started.
Finn curled around himself, legs tucked up to his chest as his bones ground against each other, changing shape. He gritted his teeth together and whimpered - some newfound prey instinct not to be too loud. His head was pounding, ears feeling like they might rip free of his skull. And his feet-
His feet-
Finn was seized by a newfound need, one greater than any other, and that was to take his shoes
the ******** off.
He struggled with the right one for what felt like forever, while his toes curled and pushed against the leather. He ripped it free, chucked it off into the woods somewhere, and followed quickly with his sock. He followed with the other shoe, driven by pain, the creaking of bones as they changed shape.
"Nnng," groaned Finn, collapsing backwards when the shoe was finally off.
But he felt jittery.
Like he needed to run.
Panting, he struggled to his feet. Where had... where had Jamie gone?
